I Know I'm Fat
Tuesday, November 20, 2018
I've reached my max. When it comes to my nerves, that it is. My roommate has seemed to think it was necessary to constantly remind me in "not so subtle" ways that I'm fat. Yes, I know I'm fat. I've been fat for a few years now. And, yes, I know it is bad for me. And guess what? I'm actually doing something about it, and succeeding! I don't need side-remarks about the food I'm eating. She is not the one making my decisions, or the one putting food into my mouth. I'm doing this myself. And I don't need her help. In fact, I see how she lives her life, and I don't want her life. It is an extremely toxic one. I'll skip that one, thank you very much.
Sorry, had to get that off of my chest.